Dangerous Lyrics - Bars On Me - Chris Webby

Drinkin.smokin.poppin.rollin. 

Fuckin till my condoms broken 

Stackin chips and bangin chicks 

We livin life so dangerous now lets go 

Uh yeah 

Webby back and I told you what 

Get up on the stage and the show is nuts 

Microphone in my cobra clutch, what 

Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch 

Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck 

Baby girl hit your knees and open up 

CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don't plan to 

Cuz I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo 

Damn you ran through any competition that I can do 

Can you figure the flow and keep pace 

Joints rolled up to the face 

Turn up the bass till my windows break 

Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes 

Since '88 I been a mother fuckin monster man 

Had headphones on in my sonogram 

Came out so mean that the doctor ran 

And had a full ass diaper of contraband 

God damn, I'm killing the flow thats the plan 

Fuckin every girl I can 

Ball like jordan, space jam 

Pass me the rock and I'll hit em with the slam 

D-d-done bass line comin out the trunk 

Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt 

Money up front, chasing cheddar 

Can't stop be bitch I'm way to clever 

Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better 

Spit so cold I can change the weather 

Bitch I'll be living this way forever 

Wait till the game get a taste of Webster 

Drinkin.smokin.poppin.rollin. 

Fuckin till my condoms broken 

Stackin chips and bangin chicks 

We livin life so dangerous now lets go 

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Uh yeah 

Lemme go ahead and do it like this now 

Sit down making the beat my bitch now 

Hit it with that right hook, chris brown 

Take down your chick around the hips 

Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff 

This real hip hop no counterfit 

So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this 

And get loud as shit, t-rex raw 

Imma tape in and I eject yours 

Banging the fuck outta the girl next door 

Too smart, and I might just check my test scores 

Rock with the flow and a round of bets 

Always on the grind no time to rest 

Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest 

And then I worked her out like a P90X 

I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills 

Shit, and I don't even got no deal 

I know who I am and I keeps it real 

So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal 

King of the kill, wreck with the words 

Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs 

Step to me, then you bound to get served 

No entree dish, I'm a full dessert 

I just put in that work, nine to five 

Jet pack flow, time to fly 

No such thing as kinda high 

Burnt down all day thats what I decide 

Yee, its C.W. 

And we rollin in the whip when I'm coming through 

We're drinking pop another pill or two 

And I'll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you